Best Amenable Poems
SECRETS IN MY PAST
LONG OVER ME, OUTLAST
TRUE I GIVE WITHOUT TAKING
TAKING FROM ANYONE SHAKING
FROM THE EARTHQUAKE
LIFE'S LIES I FORSAKE
TO IGNORE BLISS
BECOMING MERE MIST
MAGIC TRICKS UPON MY DEATH
REASSURING YOUR FAITH
THE CANOE ROWS AWAY
TO THE FLIPPED UNDERWAY
HOLDING AN ENCHANTER GOLDEN TICKET
COMES WITH ITS UNCONTROLLABLE CURSE
AMENABLE YES, BUT NEVER NURSED
COMPLETELY OPTIMISTIC
CHANGING STATISTIC
EXCELLENCE OF ROWING RIVER STREAMS
GIVES ME DELUSIONAL DREAMS
WHERE AM I STANDING
WHO IS THAT CALLING
BACKGROUNDS UNCHANGED
NAIVELY I PURSUE WITH RAGE
FINDING TRUE DARKNESS
FIGHT RELENTLESS
AGAINST MYSELF,THIS UNIVERSE
FOR WE ARE PUPPETS OR A VERSE
TO WHOM & WHATS THE PURPOSE
FANTASIES OF RIVERS FLOWING UPSTREAM
TO THE BEGINNING OF ITS ORIGIN
THAWS MY BRAIN'S RELIGION
EXPECTING TO SEE THE UNSPEAKABLE
~ At last! ~ At last! As
a sweet rejoinder to Him my
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I
marveled in the benignity of my
Lord. For imparting to me, the
liberal blessing of my life ...
and for giving me His
eternal assurances.
For delivering me ...
returning me to a veracious, and overt; amenable
position-of-hope-and faith in Him. Yes-for-purging-and
lifting; empowering and molding ... maturing me, indemnifying
me in His certitude, and enduring graciously the-horrid-penalty;
of my willful prides contumacy. For ne’er to trammel the ambling
of my committed volition. In the greater wisdom and grace of their
instruction I willingly did revolt in sheer defiance before His tender
eyes of mercy. (Amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness)).
Distinguishing only those weary days apart from the welcome and
gentle fervor, of His embrace; and so, through this detachment,
and His patient hands my heart’s longing was brought to know
compassion and to be absolvitory. As written on my heart,
and being able ... today, and thankful to Him to see. Of the
many roads I have peregrinated down, illuminated upon
this narrow path, of God’s all-inclusive way ... it is all I
~ have come to truly discern, of an aeolian peace. ~
The words of this poem, form the reference in shape and idea; of a heavenly amphora.
Valentine's day instills romance
amenable to the heart's call
enticing love to take a chance.
February finds time to dance
as winter temperatures fall
Valentine's day instills romance.
Happy hearts slip into a trance
that encompasses one and all
enticing love to take a chance.
Dances get prepared in advance
for when winter slows to a crawl
Valentine's day instills romance.
Sharing a reassuring glance,
she wears innocence like a shawl
enticing love to take a chance.
When hearts link up by circumstance,
they don't defer to protocol.
Valentine's day instills romance,
enticing love to take a chance.
(Villanelle Poem)
1/24/2016
Villanelle: Think of the trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think what they have left us without staking any claim
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
Those who used this world for their own petty purposes
Those who abused mankind to hoist their peoples’ name
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think of the common grammars that underlie languages
Think of the basic numbers logic’s foundations contain
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
Think of hieroglyphs cuneiforms carved into papyruses
Think of the ideo-phonograms that alphabets disdain
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think on all ancient thinkers from King Wen to Socrates
Then think on what has been proclaimed in God’s name
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
Think on what makes particular faiths amenable to races
And wonder if all Life’s simply not Somebody’s idle game
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
'Tis quite evident,
no pulchritude remains
apart pellucid poetry 'pon
figments' elegantly refined
persuasions which are
quite simply volition
mid-flight delusions
seizing daily routines'
fragmented derangement,
traipsing 'tween vague
blathers' vacuous
mindlessness 'midst heady
illusionist's mused intentions
of an inaudible presence
taken compulsion o'er silence
above & further the farside
poetically conceptualized
amenable druthers and
superfluous divergency
of an obscure obsession
RHYMING WAVE POETRY
The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, American writer and poet.
It's format; 2 or more quatrains plus an ending couplet. Lines 1 through 3 are iambic tetrameter and line 4 is iambic trimeter.
The schematic, is, I hope self-explanatory, showing the iambic feet, unstressed normal print and the stressed in bold. The coloured text shows the refrained and repeated/rhymed syllables. Note in lines 2 and 3 those coloured blue are matched, the red and orange one's rhyme.
The first line of the first stanza is used as the first line of the closing couplet, the last line of the final stanza as the second.
NOTE: The author is amenable to having poets substitute rhyming as well as identical syllables. I have, as will be noted in the schematic, stuck to the original rules. However, if you have read some of my R.W'S on Poetry Soup you'll note that has not always been the case.
With apologies I messed up on the schematic, I will post it when done.
Fishy Tales
river life, what can be seen, fish,
yes, can be, can be, can be fish.
some can be cooked, a fish pie dish.
some can be caught in nets.
young tench, when caught were kept as pets,
yes, kept as kept as kept as pets.
some sticklebacks, with sad regrets.
some stick to rules; see more
river life, what can be seen, fish,
some stick to rules; see more!
Our mortal frames contain
a tiger
A power which grips our souls
throughout most of our lives
we are pulled this way and that
by this power
Our course is strewn with rocks
and our spirit must deal with this force
which is not always amenable to reason
This tiger has a beautiful strength
The tiger leaves us
after years of ruling
our heart and emotions
Two become one
when the tiger
ROARS
We write of love, we
write of glory, we
develop heroes for
our story.
Heroines, damsels fill
our dreams, desire and
passion write in reams.
We are consorts of the
meek and the bold, in
truth and honesty our
words are sold.
The ink we spill can
tell no lies, injustice
and hatred the pen
openly defies.
Sadness and joy two
amenable friends, as
memories and feelings
flow from our pens.
Admirers of beauty
haters of waste, the
stalwarts of nature we
readily paste.
Affairs of the heart we
draw from our own,
the kiss on the page is
ever to roam.
Born of the earth yet
live in the stars, the
fulfilment of dreams
these sentences of
ours.
" Milk & Bananas "
Hmmmmmmm~ Thought Tea ??
Does this blend require lemon a'plenty?
Or shall it find lime more then amenable?
Shall such cup as is drunk from thus be dainty?
Or should we drink from whichever we find tenable?
Har! Then say so meownself does now!
Preferences bein' whot whot's they are~
Meself should find more goodly some cow~
Nay! Nay! Now not whot's bellied to some bar!
Nor could be called the ear of some sow!
'Tis white & does float bananas so well~
Yet some oft sink 'gainst bottom o'bowl~
Circles do float & crunch fer a'while~
Me parrot so finds ways to beguile!
Must be fast so says me~
'Twere me breakfast 'twould be all a'done~
Nope do it seem whot's wagered or won~
Me damn bird 'as flown now flat free!
Into that bowl a great then kersplash!
Milk & bananas all over black beak~
'Tis now meownself 'as been fox'd thus well~
Whot mess to clean shall require a week!
Ok Ok like some fat cat then purred~~
Pour & hover & wave off damn bird~
Save me some you feath'ry thief~
Lest ye be marooned on yon lonely reef!
Ne'er e'er win this battle shall I~
'Gainst such creature of silvery sky~
SeaWolf
The chain
what has chained
one’s heart to another
except the love
there’s nothing
though this whole world is always changing
but the love keep telling still
a dwelling in one’s heart
with the fire of love
will lament no one
but gladden everyone
sing out loud
the unwavering melody
with amenable tone by tone
and let no doubt
but strong penchant
to strengthen the chain
to whom we truly love
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Agt 2014
Linda is lively, lovely and laudable
Intelligent, interesting and incredible
Nice, nifty, neighborly and noble
Darling, decent, and desirable
Amusing, alluring and admirable
Marie is meek, mild and memorable
Active, ambitious, aspiring and affable
Resourceful, responsible, and reliable
Inspiring, indelible and indefatigable
Experienced, exemplary and educable
Bright, beautiful and un-believable
Accommodating and amenable
Reasonable, rich and respectable
Incomparable, intriguing and invaluable
Accountable and amiable
Neat, noteworthy, and nimble
Apprehensible and appreciable
~All the above words are not enough to describe the “sweetheart souper!”
Please don’t quote any on the words out of context; I used the words based on the positive
meanings they have~ just playing with words!
INGRATITUDE
How could you give me such extreme distress
While my care for you has always been so strong
When you erred in thinking you were a success
Did I not show you, where you were going wrong
When you spent such toil on your pathetic writing
I revealed how you were wasting all your time
I put you right and helped you with my chiding
To get you straight and back again in line
The expression of ideas you took delight in
And wilfully disputed truth in mine
Why couldn't you conform and stop the fighting
Your rebelliousness it really was a crime
You would still be in religious cult induction
If I hadn't made a plan for your salvation
Though you fought and screamed that it was an abduction
For your sake we had to use incarceration
With your protests diagnosed as bipolarity
A psychiatrist said psych-medicine would be kind
Then a good dose of electroconvulsive therapy
Brought you to a more amenable frame of mind
And yet you now show such a lack of gratitude
All my caring seems to be misunderstood
And I find it hard to understand your attitude
Since I've always done what's purely for your good
Rain
cheery, amenable
cooling, soaking, quenching
gardens, crops, thistles, weeds
growing, choking, drying
leachy, noxious
drought
8/7/2022
A vociferous yowl came down to earth and slaughtered my soul
I was in deep sleep, lids were lead, and dreams were wavering spool
My problem sat on groove, heavy-hearted like slushy interference
Passage of time was very slow but that had drawn all the inference
But I had to settle my score with her sore to keep my cranium cool
A porous body, full of neutral pricks, is amenable to insidious freaks
You may call the buccaneers on bouncing waves or to Tortuga Creeks
They will say yes we should send Mister Briggs to teach you mathematical tricks.
It makes no difference and I am bowled on the crease, life is not at all sums
Its base is neither you nor any substratum pandering to keekwulee doldrums
I know you are not a frump who kicks up the stinks with three no trumps.
I may be a tramp
Play solitaire
With invisible Dodo.
I have seen the dull grayish faces caught in Arachne’s spins,
The fangs of spiders, teeth of snakes, and Las Vegas scorpion stings,
The emotional binges, the splurge of spending and old caddy’s sins.
I have seen them all, but how am I full of beans?
I am a nut playing a fool. Let the water run over her
Deigning a nutcracker’s rule.
Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14th October,2014 20:44:00 (IST)
36.
The Rose
The garden rose by Nature's brush
Seems the perfect flower.
It sleeps before the autumn moon...
Is reborn of April showers.
I feel an empathy and compassion
For other flowers as they grow...
With their aesthetics somewhat muted
Compared to the glory of the rose.
The End
37.
The Daffodil
The daffodil in spring will rise
And in the garden grow.
It will slyly peak its head above
The last sprinkling of the snow.
Its appearance is a comfort
As a tired wintry corpse expires...
Giving way to a vernal transformation
Only Nature could inspire.
The End
38.
April's Blessing
April's sly peculiarities are a blessing
As the dregs of March are born away.
Cleansing a tired Nature's tribulations
Before the warmth of gentle May.
It gives source to seed and germ with
Unfathomable colors to flaunt the eye.
It plays mischievously upon my senses
To humble an enthusiast such as I.
Nothing contrasts to Nature's bounty
As she releases now her gentle showers...
Where orchids give rise to expectation
While still meadows bare their flowers.
Children... no strangers to April's booty
Find joyousness in all her grand oblations.
Splashing and sloshing in hooded dress
In puddles that stoke their imagination.
But April fills me with blissful consternation
As she makes bold her diverse complexion.
Because I... being me, have done nothing
To deserve such encompassing affection.
The End
39.
Half a Ton
Hate must weigh a thousand pounds
While love will weigh but one.
There are those who find it amenable
Ferrying the weight that's half a ton.
They seem devoid of sense and reason
As to why they persevere... soon
Learning the manifestation in the mirror
Is all they truly fear.
The End
40.
Bucket Full of Stupid
There is a bucket full of stupid
Giving voice to maddening crowds
With no obvious rhyme or reason
Why they wear a Reaper's shroud.
Such times seem justly merited
With common sense in short supply
Considering the state of education
And the inane hebetude it provides.
The End